Tops and skirts were scattered on the carpet, and belts hung from the backs of chairs. The fireplace was covered in embers, long since extinguished. The air was cold and damp, like a bath with the door open. He didn't even feel like he was asleep. He was trying to wake up from a long dream. The maid's lips were pressed against his back, seeming to remind them that they had just had a great time half an hour ago.
I'm alive. Ka'ampang thought to himself, he was alive and well, and even slept with the maid. All this is undoubtedly true.
But his memory is not like this: riding a horse through the fog, with magic warriors guarding him; naked bar mercenaries, deserted streets and parks; he wants to dismount and get the first credit of hunting down a demon hunter... a fragile handle The ice blade cut off his head. It was like witnessing the execution of a demon hunter in the basement, cutting off the neck with one knife, but without the blood flow.
No bed, no woman, no sex and no fear...no, something must be wrong. That's not my memory. A dead man cannot fuck with a maid. He wanted to go to the chief, and Sylvanus would solve his problems and satisfy all his modest needs. Ka'ampang remembered the mysterious rituals the chief had promised him, and remembered him calling himself "First Minister." However, he also remembered that he went to find the other party. The leader told him to find a girl... the girl sleeping next to him.
She was awake now, startled by Kaampang's movements. For a moment, he seemed to feel that he had found comfort in her. But when the woman looked at him with her hazy sleepy eyes, this feeling disappeared. This look is wrong. Kaampang picked up the clothes and motioned for her to leave the room. I haven't seen this bitch. What he had was not her at all.
He has completely woken up and figured out the conspiracy of all this. I died once, for the chief, for his cause. Kaampang was willing before this. He allowed Silvanus to put part of his soul into the body of a magic warrior. He allowed black magic to leave scars on the soul. His fanaticism comes from the bottom of his heart, and he pays without asking for anything in return... But Kaampang doesn't think so anymore. Damn it, who is this idiot? He is not the one who stays in the safe house to enjoy the prostitutes and refuses to pay the bill. The divided soul is not blinded by witchcraft. His thoughts and fears belong to Kaampang. Damn it, it's not me. When the soul is complete again, he is himself and no one can control him. He should have understood at that moment...but I am only human and cannot bear mystery.
Spiritual freedom is not real freedom. He hurriedly got up and put on his coat with difficulty. Mother is waiting for me, Kaampang thought as he zipped up the zipper. The coolie in the slums does not have the courage to become a bandit, and the luxurious fate of a nobleman is even less likely to befall him. Only suffering and ordinaryness accompanied him until his small life ended in thick fog. Compared with desperate fighting and unrealistic desires, this life seems not bad. Kaampang put his belt through the eyes of his clothes. One of the front buttons came loose, and he couldn't fasten it. In the end, he had to hold up his pants and walk to the door. He must leave as soon as possible or he will be drawn into the war.
Suddenly the doorbell rang.
…
"How are you sure he will come here based on the bait? Not all high-level rebels can keep secrets." Lametta asked in surprise.
"Not everyone knows the identity of the devil, madam. Tobais has worked out the details of the plan because he is a wanted criminal in the City of Mist, and he hopes that the city owner will be replaced so that his crime can be exposed. Other than that, there is no People know the origins and identities of the nameless ones.”
"So the White Envoy turned to the Demon Hunter for help."
Silvanus shook his head, "He is a demon hunter himself, so he shouldn't be a helper. You and I both know what it will be like inside the red wall of San Carlos. To be honest, I am surprised that this operation was so difficult. .”
"Operation? You mean the assassination?"
"Of course it's impossible." No matter how eager he was to win, he still wouldn't believe that a few mysterious creature assassins could kill Kong Jing. "I mean all of them. From Anhal closing the passages inside and outside the Red Wall to locking down the entire San Carlos, the Sheriff's Department has rarely been so obedient... I raised a glass with Trevor at the dinner table, and he drank as much as a spoon ——The unfortunate former garrison complained endlessly about his superiors before his death: the endless prophecies, the preparation for unwarranted disasters, the neurotic inspector general, the beauty-loving lion and the crazy astrologer." Alvanus recalled the confused and ferocious look in Trevor's eyes when he pierced his heart.
"Dean Rubin was a stickler for the rules," LaMetta said. "Ronald Zachary came to Chloe just to hang out. The White Angels were different from them."
"I made a mistake." He admitted, "Dealing with Bai Zhizhi is not as easy as dealing with the Affairs Department. He is not even affected by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I did not expect him to leave the headquarters." But to be honest, Bai Zhizhi originally also I almost never went back. "That meant I never got a chance to get to know him."
Lametta glanced at him. "You're lucky he's never been to San Carlos before." She slowly approached the mirror, and Sylvanus noticed her eyes falling on his reflection. "Only his enemies know him. You don't get what you want in Croita. To many astrologers, the White Envoy is like a stranger. A stranger who can inadvertently decide whether they live or die. A fool." That’s why I want to get closer.”
"Sometimes enemies know themselves better than friends. So as an enemy, how much do you know about him?"
"I understand what you mean. But there is no doubt that the White Envoy is capable of commanding the Gathering of Destiny, both in terms of strength and ability." The feathers on her mask trembled slightly. "For you, his only exploitable weakness is his responsibility. However, sometimes this can also make him stronger. Fortunately, this time the bait you dropped worked."
The leader frowned. "Its mission has been accomplished." This development was beyond his expectation. "My witchcraft has been lifted. Is it the White Envoy? Is he also a wizard? Although my level of mystery is far behind, my profession will never admit my mistakes."
"Learning witchcraft is not difficult, it's just a few spells and a little luck. Look, he went to find the mortal." Lametta said with interest.
…
Kaampang opened the door faster than he thought. It was as if his arms moved first and he realized that he was facing a choice. But by the time his thinking development reached this point, the problem had already been solved.
The black color stung my eyes. "You...devil...ah?" When he saw the guest at the door, his heart beat faster and his breathing became so rapid that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"Follow your heart," ordered the strange cloaked man who killed him once in the park.
Anomalies distort reality. Maid, wakefulness, dreams and fear, all the way back to the anxiety when asking to see the leader. He noticed that his consciousness was going backwards. What's wrong with me? Is this magic or witchcraft? Or is this all a nightmare?
Gaia is on top. Kaampang retreated instinctively, his steps hitting the rack. The shadow of death overlapped and reappeared in front of his eyes. He felt that the other person seemed to be somewhat different from that terrifying figure, but he couldn't see clearly for a while. His mind was confused and he couldn't do anything.
"Help!" he finally shouted. There were mystic guards near the safe house, but the magic warrior made Kaampang distrustful. "You dare to break into the headquarters, you have no chance this time!" He regretted it as soon as he blurted it out. He hoped that the other party would not pay attention to his nonsense. Behind him was the closed safe house. He had no way out, and he couldn't help but feel desperate.
"Mirror." A whisper came from the cloak.
run. The idea flashed in his mind. Fear seized his heart, Kaampang roared and rushed towards the door. However, he didn't feel any resistance. The weird killer in a cloak in front of the door was knocked away and fell to the ground. Ka'ampang almost hit the opposite wall. He turned his head in shock, only to find that there was no one under the black robe...
...but a headless corpse. The riding boots and trousers looked extremely familiar, the pair that his half-soul container picked out when he left the tavern. The corpse was much shorter than an ordinary person. No wonder Kaampang felt strange.
It's magic again. Now he could tell. I must leave as soon as possible. But his hands and feet were weak. Before becoming the mysterious creature, Kaampang thought to himself, no place would be my safe house.
He rushed into the dark corridor.
…
"The White Envoy has left." Lametta reminded.
The leader was silent for a while. "Otto stands with his followers," he said mockingly.
"But he'll get here eventually."
"Not now. The counterattack of the San Carlos nobles was not worth mentioning, but if the White Envoy intervenes... we won't have any chance. It's the bait. I should let him go." Silvanus said regretfully , “Puppets are reliable enough, but also easy to detect.”
"So I came here for nothing?"
"It's not that far yet." Sylvanus controlled the puppet and noticed that the rebels had begun to attack the Red Wall. "The purge of the Demon Hunters is complete and my allies will bring me victory."
"They are not the enemy of the White Envoy, even if there are high-level mystics among them." Lametta pointed out, "There are also superiors and inferiors in the sky. Bishop Edgar of the Holy Radiance Council has already made a decision for us. example."
He was no stranger to the Broken Moon God's descent incident. "What I misjudged was his character, not his strength." Sylvanus told her. "Facts have proved that the White Envoy cannot leave the nobles within the red wall. This is not a dispensable Eastman. Madam, our chances of winning have actually increased."
The masked witch expressed wait and see. "I won't chase him. That would be death."
"But Ka'ampang knows about the mirror." The leader said, "The White Envoy found him through some kind of connection...it seems to come from Ka'ampang's memory. He will probably be aware of your existence." In a pinch, he doesn't mind either. Coercion. In the final analysis, Lametta is just a partner, and Silvanus prefers sensible subordinates like Kaampang.
Ms. Lametta said nothing. She took one step forward and disappeared into the mirror, her figure disappearing without a trace.
I knew she would be persuaded. Sylvanus followed, the candle extinguished behind him.
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